Black Supremacy Lyrics

Only thing new is the year

My self esteem ain't change

Lessons the same

Depression the same

The things formed against me

The weapons the same

I prosper

Every time I open that book

I look proper

The lord giving me signs

But I'm blind and can't read braille

Never going to hell

I can't tell

If the wrongs I did

Was because of the flesh

Or what my fate entailed

Take a quarter of my sense

Throw that in tithe

I know God tired of the lies

I done telled

Now I ride

With his son

The only one

His only begotten who ain't failed

Who gone sell

They astral form

My soul was torn

Please Jesus Lord

Help your sheep

My mind is gone

Please Jesus Lord

Help your sheep

My mind is gone

Please Jesus Lord

Help your sheep

My mind is gone

Please Jesus Lord

Help your sheep

My mind is gone

Kissing on da gyal

Like Chris did his woman

Funny how I snatched me

A Christian woman

I took of the blood

When I was young

A few years later

I trashed my lungs

Throwing up guts

Seven in the morning

Cigarette butts

Tearing through my garments

Armed authorities

Trespassing apartments

I'm recording

Said the black carcass

See the same tings

On TV screen

Black man shot

He's resisting

See the same tings

On the cell phone screen

Black women gone

They are missing

What this mean

Them don't care

How could this be

Them love our hair

Stolen from Africa

Say go back there

Mind broke us

Four hundred years

Walk into store

There them go stare

White something

Don't make me scared

I make art

Can't fit in head

Black man express

Can't comprehend

We break dance

And them love that

We make bands

And them love that

We built lands

And them love that

Love what we do

But them hate blacks

Make no sense

How them treat us

We leave them alone

Watch them beat us

We fight back

Watch them beat us

We all fight

Them can't defeat us

You ask me

Them need Jesus

Them preach whole time

Them practice none

How them act

Folk must be blem

We can't go through this again

We got to hit the polls

Like how we count pros

We got to start selling Os

Just like they do

Cannabis companies

Every white avenue

Don't give them Jack

Just let them starve

When they hand out

We triple charge

They bankrupt

We cop homes

By in large

Make news laws

To prevent their loans

From going on

Draw black lines

Over the zones

Put them in public housing

Give little welfare

When they living in ruin

And when they can't pick themselves up by their bootstraps

And actively work against the system

Made to keep them licking our beautiful black feet

Just ask why don't you just work harder

You ever thought of that

Peace God